Move (drabble)
Move; Kai/Lay; nc-17; 247 w.; smut
Yixing likes to tease.
Day 9 of my 30 day challenge
Move;
Yixing loves to tease, that bastard. When he and Jongin would randomly meet in between performances, he wouldn't forget to slip a hand into the latter's boxers with quick motions, giving the head of his cock a gentle squeeze. And Jongin would have to crinkle his eyes shut, trying to keep Yixing’s movements hidden from the other members, trying to hold himself back from thrusting into those warm fingers. Jongin hates him for that, especially Yixing’s Cheshire grin when he hears the softest of mewls from his lips despite the earsplitting music playing in the background.
Since Jongin’s roommate hasn’t returned to their hotel room as of yet, Yixing’s keeping him company, pressing soft kisses on his collarbone as he sinks further into Jongin, pausing for a while just as he finally settles in. and Jongin can’t take the stillness, he’s impatient, needy, and wants Yixing to move, now.
“Yixing, p-please,” Jongin exhales, and he feels pathetic, because he isn’t one to beg, it was supposed to be the other way around. And Yixing’s dimples grow more apparent, hand sneaking between their bodies to stroke Jongin’s balls, the latter almost screaming from his touches.
“Tell me what you want,” Yixing practically coos, his thumb pressing against the head of the latter’s cock. Jongin’s now fisting the bed sheets, feeling lightheaded from not being able to even breathe, and he gasps, “Fuck me now.”
One strong thrust forward is all Jongin needs to come all over his stomach.
Yixing likes to tease.
Day 9 of my 30 day challenge
Move;
Yixing loves to tease, that bastard. When he and Jongin would randomly meet in between performances, he wouldn't forget to slip a hand into the latter's boxers with quick motions, giving the head of his cock a gentle squeeze. And Jongin would have to crinkle his eyes shut, trying to keep Yixing’s movements hidden from the other members, trying to hold himself back from thrusting into those warm fingers. Jongin hates him for that, especially Yixing’s Cheshire grin when he hears the softest of mewls from his lips despite the earsplitting music playing in the background.
Since Jongin’s roommate hasn’t returned to their hotel room as of yet, Yixing’s keeping him company, pressing soft kisses on his collarbone as he sinks further into Jongin, pausing for a while just as he finally settles in. and Jongin can’t take the stillness, he’s impatient, needy, and wants Yixing to move, now.
“Yixing, p-please,” Jongin exhales, and he feels pathetic, because he isn’t one to beg, it was supposed to be the other way around. And Yixing’s dimples grow more apparent, hand sneaking between their bodies to stroke Jongin’s balls, the latter almost screaming from his touches.
“Tell me what you want,” Yixing practically coos, his thumb pressing against the head of the latter’s cock. Jongin’s now fisting the bed sheets, feeling lightheaded from not being able to even breathe, and he gasps, “Fuck me now.”
One strong thrust forward is all Jongin needs to come all over his stomach.